Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“But he wanted to.”
Jet keeps his eyes on me, and I keep mine on him. He’s right, we have shared women in the past. And maybe I’ve been a fool to give him the impression he can somehow come and go as he pleases here in my home.
“You want her,” I say. He doesn’t deny it. If anything, the look on his stubborn face tells me I’m right.
Allegra starts to say something, to move away, but I set my hands on her shoulders, keeping my eyes on Jet. Moving behind her, I slide my hands to her arms and lean close to her ear. I make myself breathe in the smell of his aftershave on her.
His. Fucking. Aftershave. On. Her.
“Tell me, Moth,” I start, liking that she shudders when my breath tickles her cheek. When the scruff along my jaw brushes her ear. “What do you want?”
“What are you doing?” she hisses, turning her head, but the collar of the shirt is unbuttoned and too wide and I see the throbbing of her pulse at her neck.
“You want him to touch you?”
“Don’t be fucking crazy,” she says, trying to tug free. “You left me down there. You just left me.”
“That’s not what I asked you, Moth.” I straighten to look at Jethro and reach around to undo the buttons of the shirt.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asks, catching my hands.
I take hold of her wrists, draw them behind her back, noting how her cheeks are flushed, how dark her eyes have gotten. I hold both tiny wrists in one hand while I continue to undress her with the other. When the shirt is unbuttoned, I watch Jet. Watch his eyes move over her. I take note of how his jaw tenses.
“You want to see, don’t you?”
Jet meets my gaze. He doesn’t answer me. Doesn’t have to.
I draw the shirt off her shoulders and the soft cotton slides easily down, the only thing stopping it from dropping fully to the floor is my hand cuffed around her wrists.
“Cassian,” Allegra starts, twisting in my grip, shuddering as her nipples tighten when Jet takes her in.
“You want to see?” I ask again, leaning to press my lips to her jaw, my eyes on him. “You want to touch?” I continue, licking the curve of her neck. Allegra shudders and I slide my free hand to cup her breast, to move over her belly. “You want to watch?” I ask as I close my hand over her pussy and bite down onto the soft flesh of her neck.
Allegra sucks in a breath, let’s out a low whimper.
“Tell me, Jet, you want to watch her come?”
“Stop,” Allegra pleads weakly, her throat working as she swallows, as she squirms even while her pussy grows damp in my hand and her breaths become pants.
“And you,” I say, turning my gaze to her. She looks at me, her mouth open. I look at her lips, watch her tongue dart out to lick them and I kiss her because it’s all I can do. I kiss her because it’s all I want to do.
I move to stand in front of her, my body pressed to hers. She looks up at me and I take in those deep whiskey-colored eyes, and I kiss her again because she tastes good. So good. And her pussy is wet and warm, and I hear what Jet said just moments ago.
You won’t fuck her anyway.
But I want to. God. How I want to. If there was ever anyone in this world inside whom I want to sink my cock, inside whom I want to lose myself, it’s her.
It’s fucking her.
But he’s right. I can’t. What happened last night can never happen again. So, I draw back and adjust my grip. Jet’s shirt drops to the floor. I pull her backward toward what was once the holy altar, not caring when I knock a bottle of olive oil on its side and send a glass crashing to the floor as I kiss her again before lifting her up onto it.
I can feel her resistance, her confusion. When I draw back mid-kiss, she is surprised. Blinking, she bites her lip. “What are you doing?” she asks me, her gaze moving over my shoulder, panicked.
“I’m giving you both what you want,” I say, that boiling of blood again as I move around the stone altar, drawing her backward on it, standing on the opposite end. Allegra struggles to hide herself and Jet watches her, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows because he wants this. Wants her.
Oh, how he wants her.
But she is not for him.
“Cassian,” Allegra’s plea is a breath.
“Be still,” I tell her, gripping her wrists tighter.
She raises her head to look at Jet, then back at me.
“This what you want, Jet?” I ask him.